The second kiss was just as good as the first, if not better. Saachi’s legs grew weak, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balance.
“You alright there?” Hunter murmured.
“Fine,” Saachi said, but her answer was swallowed up by another kiss. She put more of her weight on Hunter, trying to stretch her sore toes as much as she could.
Hunter lifted her up, simply placing his hands under her knees and lifting her off the ground, as easily as he had done on the Venator not too long ago. Saachi’s head went dizzy, and if Hunter hadn’t been holding her, she knew she would have fainted.
“May I?” He asked, sitting in the seat Saachi had vacated.
“You may,” she gasped breathlessly. She threaded her fingers into his hair. It was slightly greasy, but still incredibly soft. Hunter hummed pleasantly, and Saachi pulled him in for another kiss.
Hunter’s hands slid up her back, gently drawing shapes in the fabric of her jacket as Saachi continued to kiss him.
They didn’t notice the others had returned until it was too late.
“Hit the sack, boys, I got first wa-”
Wrecker froze. From outside the ship, you couldn’t quite see the co-pilot’s chair. But as soon as Wrecker got to the top of the ramp, he had a clear view of Saachi, sitting on his brother’s lap.
Interstellar Heartbeats Chapter 22: I'm Just Getting Color Back
I just got my commission from @catdoesarts of my precious babies and I-
I've written at least three versions of Hunter and Saachi's first kiss (Most of them involved getting caught by Wrecker), and this is the one that came out on top.
I adore Cat's work, she is always a delight to work with. The way she draws Hunter is just 🤌🤌🤌🤌 *chef's kiss* and she's always done Saachi justice.
Anyways, just a post to show off. 🫶